Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World-Chapter 761: The Moonlight Maiden

Serena's body fell to the side as a hand wrapped around her waist and held her up. "Sister, please don't fall!" Vinea hugged the weakened Serena tight, not allowing her to fall. Confused at the scene before her until she saw the fallen Drei.

'He's dead?'

She knew his strength after fighting him with Balmung, but what surprised her most was that the sword piercing his chest was his own. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

'Did Big sis do this?'

Sadly, the moment Serena's head leaned back, her throat tightened, and she started vomiting blood violently. Her eyes became bloodshot as she gripped desperately onto Vinea as if she were drowning or being dragged into a pit.

"W-Where is this? What happened?!"

The beautiful empress looked dishevelled while holding a strange fox mask. Her face looked pale white, and her eyes bloodshot and swollen.

"We've saved Velvet, it's okay." Vinea glanced at the sleeping Velvet and shook her head, knowing the fight was likely difficult at her current level.

'Sister Velvet hates using her full power, because she becomes a dragon.'

Vinea couldn't forget when Velvet showed her powers, but then revealed she was worried about letting Asmodeus see her in such a state. Although he loved Lumina as an Arachne, she always worried a dragon might be too much.

Thus, she sealed this ability.

"...Saved her?"

Serena's state confused Vinea, but she also knew that using their most powerful divine arts could leave aftereffects that took two hours or even days to recover from. The domains of the women like Serena and Lumina differed completely from hers after all.

"Let's get you to the medical tent. You have wounds all over your body."

"Eh?"

Serena glanced down at her body, confused that her Valkyrie armour looked so horrible, with massive holes as if someone melted it with acid.

"I understand, we cannot stop here. Our Husband is waiting for us."

Vinea's heart pounded, knowing that the guard outside could leave Velvet and Serena in this state. She worried about what kind of existence Asmodeus might be fighting inside.

'Husband, I'm coming to help you.'

When she handed Serena over to the medical team, Vinea glanced at her hands and tilted her head. She hadn't noticed it at first, but when touching Serena earlier, a slight tingle spread through her body, and she'd lost a portion of her Divine Aura.

'Did I overexert myself on the way?'

She couldn't believe that a goddess would have the powers of an abyssal, so Vinea just shook her head and prepared herself.

Next, they would be entering the strange building built into a mountain that only appeared when the moon shone onto it.

"Let's go, prepare for the fourth and fifth regiments!"

However, as she lay on the medical bed, carried towards the teleportation device, Serena's eyes turned pure black for a moment.

Her lips curled into a distorted smile as she muttered a single sentence with the most passionate voice.

"He's still alive in this world."

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Asmodeus stood in the centre of the arena, his eyes calm despite the situation ahead of him. After defeating the black slime and devouring most of the Abyssal energy, the announcers finally seemed to wake from their stupor.

'I gained quite a lot from this.' He mused while clenching his fists and stretching.

Funf hovered above him with a complex expression.

He looked up at her, then smiled. This woman constantly pushed him and forced him to take action, all because of her petty desires and needs. Asmodeus gripped Axiom tighter, but didn't attack straight away.

Instead, he called out.

"Where are the Red team?!"

"Who does he think he is?!" one announcer shouted back.

"If he wants to meet his doom, then let him face the Red team!"

Funf, however, watched him silently, her teeth sinking into her lips as she struggled to endure the flame that burned inside her abdomen. She'd never experienced this ravenous hunger before, something vague, yet it lingered in the back of her mind.

Asmodeus just met her gaze and maintained his smile.

He knew she hated it.

But also, couldn't get enough of it.

"Brando, how are your men doing?" He spoke to the bald man, who finally came close again.

"We've got six left, the others are probably impossible to save..." His voice lacked the same energy as when fighting to meet his wife again. But Asmodeus didn't mind, the process of his growth and the ones who helped.

How could he ignore them?

"If you can trust them, let them drink this and become your true brothers."

Clang!

He tossed a small vial of his blood through the air.

The bottle arced into Brando's outstretched hands as he caught it with a bright expression.

"Thanks, boss!"

"Don't be so serious, we're brothers. Idiot."

"Yes, brother!"

Asmodeus could feel Funf's burning gaze, but his attention remained on two other existences that lingered around him. The black slimes came directly from the strange circle that absorbed his divine aura earlier in the auction, while the other existence. It made him feel danger and a sense of familiarity.

'I know one, but who caused the other feeling?'

He spread his senses out, like a net of glowing blue netting, trying to identify and find the source of danger before it became a reality.

However, the moment his aura net came close to this person, it suddenly shattered as if being dissolved.

'There is someone who can nullify my powers!'

With no knowledge of the enemy, he could only take things slowly and avoid danger. So, he would use the person who would act like he wanted if he just acted a little.

Asmodeus looked directly into Funf's red eyes. In his heart, he pictured Asmodea because their hair was similar enough that the look in his eyes became affectionate and softer—no longer the cold gaze he gave to the Arbiters.

"Funf."

The moment he called her name without the same aggression and sharpness, her shoulders shook as she lowered her gaze, watching him directly.

"Hmph."

Despite pouting, she didn't shy away this time.

"When can we fight the red team? Do you know how long it will take?"

Although Funf's beauty could surpass most mortals, Asmodeus truly didn't feel desire towards her; maybe a dark desire to crush and overwhelm her beneath him existed after what she did last time, but he knew if it came to killing her.

He could do it.

She'd touched upon something that he couldn't forgive.

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Funf struggled to reply to the man who changed her world. From the moment his gaze transformed, she struggled to resist. That warm and affectionate gaze reminded her of the bizarre reaction from the cursed crown; even her long-frozen heart started thumping.

'What did he say again, oh... the red team?'

Funf answered before she realised she decided to.

The words were already leaving her lips as her chest tightened.

"Next battle."

The moment she spoke, he flashed a smile at her, which, like a bolt of lightning, sent tingling jolts through her body, racing up her spine as she squeezed her thighs together. To become an Arbiter, she abandoned feelings relating to her powers...

'W-Why?!'

Ever since she met this strange man, he was nothing like her previous enemies.

She wondered if this was the reason even Ein struggled to kill him, because back then, his strength and power weren't close to his current level. He'd resisted her illusions and charming powers through sheer will.

So, facing him now, with a power that she could barely see, scared her.

Yet both her body and mind sought him out more.

Her fingers curled behind her back, nails sinking into her palms. She didn't look away from him as she tore the flesh while her pulse raced each time their eyes met or he spoke to her with that smile.

Unaware of her broken thoughts reaching this level, Funf still strutted on her stage with a proud gait. She believed she could defeat him this time because he clearly expressed his desire, lust, and greed when looking at her.

"Ten minutes, the match will start in ten minutes."

Asmodeus looked at her in silence, then curled his lips into a broad grin. "Thanks, you're not so bad." He winked at her before turning back to Brando and the seven remaining humans beside him, who all looked stronger.

Funf's gaze slid past Asmodeus to the other men, and her stomach churned. A familiar stench rose in her throat as she turned away, desperately trying to adjust her breathing.

Ever since she became an Arbiter, men had looked like that to her, rotting, transparent monsters, their desires impossible to ignore. Illusions dulled them, but could never erase the smell.

Yet, when she looked at Asmodeus, even when he showed lust or desire, the scent and flavour were sweet, like honey.

'Why are you different?'

The reason she lost control of herself during her illusion back at the previous auction was that this happened. Yet, when she looked at Asmodeus, even when he showed lust or desire, the scent and flavour were sweet, like honey.

His scent was like pollen to a bee, sweet, irresistible, and unbearable.

Funf's grip tightened on the edge of the platform, droplets of her blood staining the fallen petals forever.